Rebirth of the Red Dragon: Self-Discipline Becomes Stronger

I was thinking that the nine-headed five-color dragon, who had survived a disaster, would not have thought that Xilin would attack so suddenly.

Before they all had time to dodge, they were frozen by this extremely cold current.

It turned into pieces of hail and fell on the ground, breaking into pieces of ice dregs, without even a trace of blood flowing out.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, after Tia Matron, the frosty breath in his mouth is really held back. If they are so careless, they should be able to avoid it.

Xilin's tone of voice was very arrogant, and he didn't put Tiamat to put in one’s eyes at all.

"Xilin!!!"

Tiamat was extremely angry, and a whirlpool appeared in the originally calm sky at this moment.

But soon, the vortex gradually dissipated and turned into calm.

"Xilin, I tell you, you'd better pray that you never enter the realm of the gods, otherwise I will tear you to pieces and give me your soul to play with!"

Tiamat vowed that he would kill Xilin.

Xilin now hates him more than his old enemy Bahamut.

"I hope so, but you have to listen to me. When I enter the realm of God, it is best not to expose my position in the kingdom of God, otherwise I will definitely kill you."

Xilin spoke slowly to the sky.

"Let's see!"

After speaking, Tiamat made no more sound.

This Western Fantasy Continent was completely abandoned by Tiamat.

Because there are only a small part of the dragon believers in the life inside.

"Wow~ I finally left."

Xilin breathed, thinking that Tiamat was going to start a curse war with himself.

As a result, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Then Xilin set his gaze on the ground again.

The earth at this moment is already full of holes, leaving large and small pits.

As long as it wasn't the five-color dragons killed by the breath of lightning, the breath of flames, and the breath of acid, at least they all left their own bodies.

Even if it is broken into scum, at least the body is still there.

The luck of the other five-color dragons was not so good, and even a complete piece of meat was not left.

"Roar! Your Majesty is dead, do you still have to resist desperately?"

Xilin Wei'an's body slowly fell 100 meters above the ground, and his eyes calmly looked at the enemy monster who was still resisting.

The enemy monster saw that his majesty was dead, and immediately put down their weapons and knelt down and begged to burn them, hoping to survive.

But how could Xilin let them live.

When Xilin didn't speak, all the dragon blood warriors held their own blades high, harvesting the heads of the enemy kneeling and begging for mercy.

Originally, this group of enemy monsters was almost dying, after all, Danier and the others had joined the battlefield.

The desert, which was already overgrown with green plants, seemed to have returned to that desert in an instant.

The flames are burning on the grass, and after a while, it can be transformed back into the desert.

"Long live your majesty!"

"Long live Noxus!"

"Long live the Red Dragon!"

The dragon blood warriors underneath cheered for victory one by one.

In the past three years, Noxus has been aggrieved.

One by one can only huddle in the Noxian imperial capital, waiting for the war to come.

Now that your Majesty has awakened, they have greeted the victory and killed the enemy to pieces.

Even the group of five-color dragons was beheaded by His Majesty, leaving only the earth full of bones.

"Sweep the battlefield clean, turn the fire off, the wounded go to the priest for treatment.

Xilin's four feet gradually fell on the ground, and the surrounding area was almost full of corpses.

There are enemies, as well as their own.

No matter how strong the dragon blood warriors are, they are also warriors, and they will still die.

But fortunately, the dragon blood warrior's vitality is relatively strong, and it won't be deadly wounded like before.

Now as long as the heart is not punctured, or the head is chopped off, the Dragon Blood Warrior can generally linger for a while.

Until it was dragged to the priest to come for treatment.

Xilin's words spread throughout the battlefield.

Some dragon blood warriors removed their armor and revealed their original identity, priest.

In this situation, even the pastor who was originally at the back of the battlefield was playing.

Even if the priest becomes a dragon blood warrior, his combat power will not be as strong as those dragon blood warriors.

It's just better than ordinary monsters.

The injured all sat on the ground, exposing their injured areas to the air.

So that the priest will pay attention and heal himself in time-next.

Ramos lay on the ground panting, the hard spiked shell on his back was in tears.

The bloody flesh under the tortoise's shell was exposed.

On the battlefield, Ramos launched his own taunt, attracting a lot of hatred.

I got a chance to breathe for the group, but I was seriously injured.

No matter how hard the tortoise shell is for defense, it will be broken one day.

"Hahaha~ these craps are finally dead, Ramos, don't die."

Mutu laughed up to the sky and patted Ramos next to him.

His condition is not very good either. The blood stains all over his body and the blood leaking out have dried up.

Only the head was sneak attacked by a monster and smashed a small pit, and it was still showing a steady stream of hot blood.

*" "I won't die if you die.

Ramos said grimly, lying on the ground.

Can't you say something nice? I really wish I would die.

As they were talking, five pastors had already come to them.

As monsters at the monster leader level, they naturally have the priority right to cure.

After all, even the other dragon blood warriors have no time to treat Death.

That's not as valuable as death of a leader.

A thousand deaths of the dragon blood warrior can't get a death of the dragon blood warrior leader.

Green light sources scattered from the priest's hands, covering the wounds of Ramos and Mutu.

Their wounds were eventually relieved, but if they want to heal, they still have to undergo further treatment.

In this situation, further treatment is impossible.

"Is there anything to move.

Xilin looked at this battlefield and said.

"His Majesty!"

At this moment, Pepys came over from the front.

As a dune attacker sneaking from the sand, his (well Zhao) injuries were not as serious as those of the monsters.

"Let me see how much the Dragon Blood Warrior has lost. I need a post-war report.

Xilin looked at Pepys and said.

"Your Majesty.

Pepys nodded, then turned to check the casualties.

"Big Brother!"

As soon as Pepys left, Catalina rushed into Xilin's arms excitedly.

"Relax, as long as I am here, you will never get hurt."

Xilin looked down at Katelina in his arms. This little girl had grown up.

It used to be only a dozen meters, but now it's more than 20 meters.

However, compared to his own body of more than sixty meters, he was still a lot smaller.

"Big Brother, you finally woke up~"

Catalina greedily sucked the smell of Xilin. She was going crazy during the three years that Big Brother was absent.

Fortunately, I slept for a while, otherwise I don't know how to spend this time.

"Xilin.

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